Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.